Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 5, Number 1, March 2011

Penny Harter
Mays Landing, New Jersey, USA


White Goose Dream

Late afternoon. Canada geese wander toward me as they explore a marshy field, their gray feathers mottling the green. Sunlight stoning their backs, they sink into the coarse grasses. At the flock's edge, a white goose, the only white goose, turns her head to stare at me.

Staring back, I enter the field, lie down on my stomach among them, and begin to make the noise one makes between tongue and palate when calling a cat or chattering back at a squirrel.

Tick Tick Tick, I call to this bird who has singled me out. Come to me. Holding my gaze, she stands, shifts her weight from leg to leg, then lowers her breast to the rank and fecund Earth again and looks away.

stuck to my face
that strand of gossamer
I didn't notice







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